I dream of you
in jazz...

~~The confession of a deranged reality to a man of...
Sometimes the nightmares are reality...

From their green fragrance
watermelons are bleeding...

Do you remember that you were braiding my hair
and I was breathing...

Sometimes I can hear
tempests' wails unfold in words...

When you stroke the harps of these feelings
you do not know your fingers...

Birds are as free as
they are trapped in between the...

Empty spaces are saturated by omnipresence
when mirrors recognise...

It was only for a few moments
but they were infinite...

Why just in opposite can we unite
and tie...

Our death is intended
unless we prove otherwise...

Be a hug for me
that my cries could calm in its cradle...